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  • ex-TREEEM DEBATE

    Without trees, the world will turn into a big desert. All the animals will die because they need trees for food, shelter, and water. Maple syrup is made from treesap. Without trees, Earth will turn into something like Venus. Without trees, we would die because there'd be too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere and too little oxygen in the atmosphere. The coral reefs would die because they would get enough sun. Pandas would starve to death because there would be no more bamboo, and we don't want pandas to go extinct because they are cute.

  • ex-TREEEM DEBATE

    Forest fires renew the Earth. Without trees, the world would turn into one great desert. Would you like to live in a desert? I thought not. Without trees, there would be no Fourtrees, and therefore no place for the Clans to meet in peace. And I can name quite a few disasters that had nothing to do with trees.
    And yes, I would put other livings before my own kind because animals are SO much smarter and grateful than humans!


    [glow=yellow,2,300]The following disasters had nothing to do with trees: 


    • In 80 A.D. Mt Vesuvius erupted, covering Pompeii and Herculaneum in a blanket of ash. Volcanic eruptions are caused by SEISMIC TREMORS.

    • The Chicago Fire was started by Mrs. O'Leery's cow kicking over a lantern. The fire burned the WOODEN HOUSES that the Irish Americans were living in back then in Chicago. The wood that these houses were made of was supplied by LUMBERJACKS.

    • The Titanic sank in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, where there are NO TREES.

    • The A-bomb was made by AMERICAN SCIENTISTS and was dropped by AIRPLANES, which are made of METAL.

    • Count Harken Badlock was released from the portrait of the Red King by Miss Chrystal AKA Mrs. Tilpin. Harar, that woman is a creep, and her son is even worse. Miss Chrystal released her freakified ancestor with a mirror, and mirrors aren't made from trees, are they?


    And here are some good things about trees:


    • The Red King is a tree.

    • Fourtrees is made of a ring of four great oaks.

    • Trees give off oxygen.

    • Trees provide food, shelter, and water for many animals.

    • Some medicines are made from trees.

    • CHOCOLATE COMES FROM TREES! ARE YOU GOING TO BOYCOTT CHOCOLATE? HUH? YOU LIKE THOSE CREEPS CALLED LUMBERJACKS ENOUGH TO GIVE UP CHOCOLATE?

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  • Guess the song! :) I love this song.

    It's Superman! When I saw the word "kryptonite," I realized who it was.


    Okay, here's mine:


    Growltiger was a bravo cat who traveled on a barge
    In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large
    From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims
    Rejoicing in his title of The Terror of the Thames
    His manners and appearance did not calculate to please
    His coat was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the knees
    One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why
    And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye


    The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame
    At Hammersmith and Putney people shuddered at his name
    They would fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose
    When the rumor ran along the shore: Growltiger's on the loose!


    Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage
    Woe to the pampered Pekinese that faced Growltiger's rage
    Woe to the bristly bandicoot that lurks on foreign ships
    And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips


    But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed
    To cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed
    The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear
    Because it was a Siamese that mauled his missing ear


    Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play
    The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molsey lay
    All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide
    And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side


    In the firepeak of the vessel Growltiger stood alone
    Concentrating my attention on the lady Griddlebone
    And my raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks
    As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their bunks


    Growltiger had no eye nor ear for ought but Griddlebone
    And the lady seemed enraptured by my manly baritone
    Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise
    But the moonlight shone reflected in a thousand bright blue eyes


    And closer still and closer the sampans circled 'round
    And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound
    The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives
    And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives


    In una tepida notte d'estate, allorche la natura
    Era nel pieno fulgore, e la resca rugiada
    Splendeva al chiar di luna sopra la verzura
    Si poteva vedere il galeone ancorato
    Oscillare in silenzio nel vento profumato
    Dalla marea del naviglio serenamente cullato
    In quella tepida notte che c'e dunque di male
    Se in tnata poesia anche il pirata divento sentimentale?
    Oscillare in silenzio nel vento profumato
    Dalla marea do naviglio serenamente cullato In quella tepida notte
    In quella tepida notte
    In quella tepida notte


    Then Ghengis gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian hordes
    Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they swarmed aboard
    Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, their junks
    They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks


    Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly skeered
    I'm sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared
    She probably escaped with ease, I'm sure she was not drowned
    But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround


    The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank
    Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank
    He who a thousand victims had driven to that drop
    At the end of all his crimes was forced to go ker-plip-ker-plop


    Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land
    At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the strand
    Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock
    And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok!